The free hours of my daily walks have often been filled with delightful contemplations which I am sorry to have forgotten. Such reflections as I have in future I shall preserve in writing; every time I read them they will recall my original pleasure.Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Reveries of a Solitary Walker
It was sunny and warm, so I spent the morning walking the dirt and gravel roads between the farmers’ fields.
The snow is gone and the world is a soft golden brown. Wild grasses throw shadows in the wind and grey-green waters run snake-wise, cutting streams through the clay.